Vizier's Candy Cane Death Trap
The office is now festooned with a truly disturbing amount of holiday decorations. The hallway where I work now features an incongruous marriage of tinsel and NASCAR banners. However, the true kicker is the constellation of ornaments, many of them shiny and pointy that dangle from the ceiling tiles. After far too many years of video-gaming, I can’t help but have Prince of Persia flashbacks and eye them warily as I make my way back to my office. The hindbrain whispers falling spike traps!
To touch upon a previous entry, at last I finally know what the hell AJAX is. At some point in the future I may find myself building something that could be considered a web based application sitting on top of a database back-end. This will require brain absorption of a whole host of technologies and acronyms that I was able to remain blissfully ignorant of. When an entire field moves so fast that it’s a full-time job just keeping current, I tend to stop trying entirely. This is a major reason why I don’t use Linux in any shape or form in a desktop capacity. My UNIX chops were honed back in the early 90s on Sun workstations, so I’m well familiar with core UNIX principles and even some of the vagarities of the monstrosity that is X11. There is nothing in that environment that is needed by my daily life to make it worth living through the equivalent of building a kit car that is never done just so I have a different close window icon on my Firefox window.
And, you know, cut and paste is kind of nice to have.
I really haven’t been doing much technical or creative thinking. At present, the energy and time demands on the personal sphere of my life are intense and severe. Thankfully work has proven busy without being cataclysmic which allows me to do my job, deal with the Other Stuff and then zone out with WoW, backlogged tv shows or a book. In a few months, the time I’m currently spending running instances with old gaming buddies would be a waste of time. But for the present, it is a much needed bit of sanity maintenance.
Today’s ‘Holiday Luncheon’ announcement email made me long for red-green colorblindness. I’m not sure which is scarier, thinking alternating red and green words was okay, or being willing the colorization in Outlook by hand for several dozen words.
To touch upon a previous entry, at last I finally know what the hell AJAX is. At some point in the future I may find myself building something that could be considered a web based application sitting on top of a database back-end. This will require brain absorption of a whole host of technologies and acronyms that I was able to remain blissfully ignorant of. When an entire field moves so fast that it’s a full-time job just keeping current, I tend to stop trying entirely. This is a major reason why I don’t use Linux in any shape or form in a desktop capacity. My UNIX chops were honed back in the early 90s on Sun workstations, so I’m well familiar with core UNIX principles and even some of the vagarities of the monstrosity that is X11. There is nothing in that environment that is needed by my daily life to make it worth living through the equivalent of building a kit car that is never done just so I have a different close window icon on my Firefox window.
And, you know, cut and paste is kind of nice to have.
I really haven’t been doing much technical or creative thinking. At present, the energy and time demands on the personal sphere of my life are intense and severe. Thankfully work has proven busy without being cataclysmic which allows me to do my job, deal with the Other Stuff and then zone out with WoW, backlogged tv shows or a book. In a few months, the time I’m currently spending running instances with old gaming buddies would be a waste of time. But for the present, it is a much needed bit of sanity maintenance.
Today’s ‘Holiday Luncheon’ announcement email made me long for red-green colorblindness. I’m not sure which is scarier, thinking alternating red and green words was okay, or being willing the colorization in Outlook by hand for several dozen words.